A Useful Psychic
Chapter 7: All Over
Disclaimer: Don't own Miami or Vegas.
Claimer: Own the villains, twins, J.J., and Rachael.
Sorry for the long wait! Writer's block sucks!
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When J.J. opened the door, she was staring at the barrel of a rifle. The rifle was parched on the door frame. A string was attached to the trigger and door knob. If she opened it any farther, the gun would go off. The door was barely open and she could not squeeze through such a narrow space. Not cause she is fat, but she is very clumsy.
J.J. thought it would be quieter if she went through the door than any of the windows. She was an eighth of the way in when she pushed in the door more. The rifle fired sending a bullet into J.J.'s shoulder. She yelped in pain. Thinking fast, she hid behind a tall stack of boxes. She prayed no one heard anything.
Red liquid started to show more and more through her shirt and on her hand that was covering her shoulder. The pain was intense. There was a door that looked like it lead to a room downstairs. Figuring that was where Eric, Greg, Ryan, and Warrick were that the bad guys would be guarding it. Or they could just be waiting for Conner to return.
She picked up a box and threw it across the room, hoping the bad guys would go after it. Tony, Al, and Shane ran up with armed guns. They ran right pass J.J. Seeing this as her chance, she ran to the door and down the stairs. Well more like tiptoed down them. As the bottom approached, the light grew. In the room, were the four missing CSIs. They all looked at her. J.J. just put her finger to her lips.
Making her way to Warrick, she pulled out a switchblade. Quickly cutting the ropes that bound his wrists, she moved on to Greg, making Warrick untie his feet.
"Who are you?" Eric asked as she untied him.
"J.J." she smiled.
"What happened to your shoulder?" Ryan asked.
"Our trap." Al came down stairs (Just Al) cocking his rifle.
"Uh… yeah."
Out of nowhere J.J. whipped out a .45.
"Why do you have a gun?" Warrick asked, thinking a shootout was about to take place.
"I work for the CIA." J.J. smirked.
"Been a long time Jenn. Six long years." Al smiled.
"Some father you are. You haven't visited them since they were born."
"You saw me?"
"You were looking through the hospital window."
"Oh well. Pretty soon Ann and Sam won't have a mother."
Al fired his rifle and J.J. fired her .45. Al fell as if he was in slow motion. He hit the ground gasping. J.J. dropped her gun and grabbed her stomache. She fell to her knees and doubled over.
"Freeze!" a man yelled as he ran down the stairs.
A teenage boy with brown hair and green eyes came in with an ooze. When he gave the signal a girl with blonde hair and brown eyes came down with a teenage boy with a red, white, and blue mohawk and purple eyes from his contacts.
The girl and the boy with the mohawk ran over to J.J.
"Jenn! Are you alright?" the girl asked.
J.J. didn't answer. She sat there shaking as her blood started to pool on the ground.
"We have to get her to the hospital Meg." the boy with the mohawk said as he picked her up bridal style.
The first boy, Robbie Foxx, checked Al and pronounced him dead. He told the CSIs that everything was over. Al's partners in crime were caught. Well all but Conner. He never came back…
TBC
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Alright people there is only about one or two chapters left. Bet you didn't think she was a CIA agent. SURPRISE! See ya later!